Is he married?
Is she fat?
Is he fat?
Will he think I am fat?
It has been years since we have seen each other. Did we break up on bad terms or was it a "it's not you it's me" kinda break up.
I try to wipe away the cobwebs - oh yes.
We dated what 4 years?
We were promised. (does anyone do this anymore?)
We broke up a number of times, always me the "melodramatic" girlfriend.
I loved the drama
I loved him crying and saying he wanted me back
I was a bitch, yes, but hey I was a young girl with a power I had yet to understand.
But our last break up was a bad one (hence it being the last break up).
I said it was over (for like the 1045th time)
He left
THIS time he did not call
he did not come back to my apartment a few hours later.
THIS pissed me off.
Why wasn't he calling, driving by, trying to get me back.
After a few hours, I do the psycho drive by of his apartment.
car not there
What?? Where the....
Drive around the semi-small town in the early am hours (2ish am)
What would my parents think.
Then I pull into a popular after hours hangout.
There is HIS car.
I head inside.
He is sitting at a table eating with his best bud, his best buds girlfriend and what appears to be her "little" friend.
AND he is holding her hand.
Talk about moving on.
So now as the memories flood my mind - DO I REALLY WANT TO BE HIS FRIEND NOW... all these years later?
Well, sure after all I have moved on.
And his wife is NOT the "little" friend.
So I click "confirm" friend.
And change my profile picture to one that is just a little sexier.
Let him be the one filled with regret.
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